“Tavi, I don’t like how it’s lookin’ at me.”
“Vinyl, ‘it’ is a girl, and ‘she’ has a name.” Octavia rolled her eyes at how her marefriend was acting. Her aunt had asked her to watch her cat for a few hours while she went out with her friends. She normally would have left her at home, but she had been to the vet and they told her to make sure the cat didn’t do anything to further injure its leg.
“But you always yell at me for calling you a ‘tard’, so I don’t want to get yelled at for calling the cat that, even if it is its name.” Vinyl’s glasses were resting on her horn, her eyes locking in deadly combat with the cat.
“Her name is Tardar Sauce.” Octavia looked at the cat. She was a creamy white, with chocolate brown ears and circles around her eyes, as well as a few lighter brown patches throughout her body. Most of her tail was also brown, Octavia noted, as it swished in front of the couch. Her face also seemed to be set in a permanent scowl. “You don’t have to shorten every name, Vinyl.”
“But Tardar Sauce is such a mouthful. Ain’t that right, Tard the Grumpy?” Vinyl said, grinning up at the cat from where she sat behind the couch. “Why the fwony face? Whyyyy soooooo grumpyyy?” She said the last part like the Joker from the Batmare movies. I need to stop letting her watch those so much, Octavia mused.
Before she knew what was happening, Tardar Sauce launched herself from the back of the couch, attaching to Vinyl’s face.
“AHHH!! TAVI, HELP ME!!” she cried, running around the room in a frenzy. Octavia fell off her stool as she laughed.
“Maybe- maybe you won’t- tease her anymore,” Octavia wheezed, having trouble speaking through the bouts of laughter.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY!!! HEEEEEEEEEELP!!”
This caused Octavia to fall over again, rolling on the ground laughing as the door opened and a pink head popped in.
“Did someone say someone was grumpy and fwony?”